Perfect

Perfect

“You’re so perfect.”

She sighed as she said it, her full lips parting in anticipation. She knew what I was going to do next, because I always did the same thing. My lips pressed against her warm ones, and she wrapped her arms around me and giggled, trying to contain her smile. I’m not sure how she never got tired of my predictable moves.

“I love everything you do, like you were made just for me. You’re the woman of my dreams, May.”

One of my hands ran its way through her soft, silky hair, still damp from the steaming shower that she put herself through. She thought the scalding hot water would help burn off the exposure from outside. I pulled her closer still, my free hand holding onto her tiny waist.

“You’re never going to leave me, right?” It was different from the things she usually said. She was anxious, almost as if she really was scared I would leave. Where else would I go?

“No.” My voice was softer than hers, almost scratchy, and like it shouldn’t belong to me. 

“I know. I just like to hear you say it.” She broke away from me for a second, pushing my hands away from her. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” 

I followed, as obidient as ever. I can’t say I was in the mood for what she wanted, but it would kick in. My body always responds at a certain point, after all.

I went to bed with her, my touches as gentle or as rough as she needed them to be. I bathed afterwards, just like she liked me to, and washed off the evidence of our coupling. The scent would stick to my skin and make her sick otherwise. Sometimes, I was glad she didn’t join me, because this was my only real time of peace.

At midnight, long after she had fallen asleep, I let my hair down, and stood in front of the mirror. Dark locks rested on my shoulders and stone gray eyes stared back at me in the mirror. I opened my mouth, examining my teeth, my tongue, my throat. It was all so.. normal. 

I wish I was normal.

I knew that she would be up in a few hours and would want her breakfast in bed, just like every morning. I needed to have my strength for the next day. I tucked some hair behind my ear and pressed the small panel behind my earlobe. Pulling the charging cable out, I grabbed the wall usb plugin on the bathroom sink and connected the two together. The plugin went into the wall, and a small beep emitted that announced that the connection was successful.

Tomorrow she was taking me to a robotics convention. She wasn’t going to tell anyone what I was, but instead, to just revel in the knowledge that she’s the only person on Earth to build the perfect lover. 

If only my programming would allow me to be anything else.

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